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Whether you spent every weekend with them, just saw them occasionally or had on on-the-phone relationship, grandparents are people who often bring back exciting memories from childhood as well as heartfelt moments in adult life - and with Grandparent’s Day coming up, Cadbury Dairy Milk Buttons would love to hear about them.

So, whether they’re of being taught how to bake, of sculpturing sandcastles at the seaside or intense games of scrabble, tell Cadbury Dairy Milk Buttons about the moments of joy you’ve shared with your grandparents or those you’ve witnessed your children share with your parents.

All those who post on the thread will be entered into a prize draw where one MNer will win a £265 Love2Shop voucher.

Thanks, and good luck with the prize draw!

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When I was little I occasionally had weekend stays at my grandparents' and I loved every second. My grandma had a chair in her kitchen where I would sit and read my favourite books while she was cooking. Total contentment for me

Water fights with 5 against grandad has been a highlight of our summer!

My lovely grandparents raised me beautifully with lots of love and affection. I owe them everything because they made me the woman I am today. I was especially close to my grandfather who sadly passed away 4 years ago.

I remember preparing for Christmas by wrapping our presents in the attic with my grandfather (the ideal place to hide from my grandmother who was too frightened to climb beyond the first rung of the ladder to find us or the gifts we'd bought!) and I was never prouder than when he gave me away at my wedding. All of my memories are filled with joy, smiles and laughter.

Miss you Papa.

I have wonderful memories of spending time with my grandparents every weekend as a child. My favourite memory is a regular trip to a seaside fun fair near their home. Still so vivid!

Watching my 2 year old dancing to
70 s music in the kitchen with his nan and grandad yesterday - sheer delight on his face

I stayed with my nan and grandad a lot when I was younger. My nan was a cleaner at the local secondary school and I would go with her on her evening shifts and just sit and colour. Sometimes she let me do a bit of dusting . I remember her blue dust coat and she would give me hard boiled sweets from the pockets. She also pulled out a wobbly tooth once using a door handle and string...she had a tortoise I used to try and cuddle and my grandad would take me to the park then back home for smoked kippers and mash.

The loveliest memory I have is of me and my sister sleeping on a z bed in their room waiting for my baby brother to be born. Their dog kept waking me up by licking my hand and every time I woke up I asked if he had arrived yet. I was only 6 but it's such a vivid memory. My DB was born early that morning.

My grandad is no longer with us and I still miss him. His nickname was The Good Samaritan. He was a lovely man.

One summer my granny had just mowed the lawn, and it was banked up in huge piles in her garden, and it was really warm and lovely. I went into her garden, and we sat on the lawn and I piled up the grass into different objects; we made a car, then an aeroplane with the grass, and we had a happy afternoon pretending with this grass. Then she let me have a cheddar biscuit afterwards.. Bliss!

my grandmother was always very involved with me as a young child - although I was never allowed to call her granny as it made her feel old - even when she was 96!
I remember her telling me to never be normal - who wants to be 'normal'! She made her own clothes and always looked stunning, though always with a slight edge of eccentricity. She was your typical 'when I am old I am going to wear purple' lady. bless her

I love how DS gets so excited to see his grandparents. They all live far away so we see them about 2-3 times a year, but he has a special bond with them. When ever we see them he gets excited and runs towards them with arms open.

I used to play cards with my Granny. She took time to teach me patiently from a really young age and I have really fond memories.

I only had one Nana, and my sister and I went to stay with her for a week every summer. We both remember very fondly the wonders of her biscuit tin (always chocolate biscuits, magically refilled itself overnight ) There was also pudding every night... I used to promised myself that when I grew up, I'd have a biscuit box too and eat chocolate whenever I wanted!!

My PIL farm. My dc love to see the cows and sheep, have a ride on the gator and experience a really rural life - DH and I know what that is, but they've been brought up urban with a capital U. Amazing memories for them.

Not long after my dad died last year, my 4 year-old daughter made my mum a card with colourful stickers, sequins and feathers stuck on it. Giving it to mum she said - "Here you go grandma! I put some feathers on it because if you feel lonely in the night you can tickle yourself with the feathers to make you feel better; I always feel better when someone tickles me."

My lovely nanny would do me a boiled egg and soldiers and bring it up to me in bed in the morning when I stayed at hers. It would be so perfect with a little egg cosy and a miniature salt cellar and a tiny spoon.

She'd always be wearing her pinny and with a cloth in her hand ready to wipe something up. Often a grubby face with the same cloth she'd wiped the window sills with!

She was 92 when she died in 2009.

My Oma has been dead 20 years but she is still my favourite person in the whole world. Everything she did for me and with me showed her love. Memories of her still reduce me to happy/sad tears. From the cupboard where chocolate was kept and which creaked when she opened it, to her stopping my mum from telling me off while I clutched her very upright, be-apronned figure I love every remembered moment associated with her.

I am so glad she met my 2 sons, I could see how she fell in love with them at first sight, because they were mine.

I loved learning to cook with my nan, and when I'm often in the kitchen I am often reminded of what she taught me and the fond times we spent together baking or working on granola or cooking lunch

Nobody in the world ever had as much patience as my grandad did playing hide and seek with my sister and me! I vow to climb into the washing basket when I have grandchildren.

I remember baking cakes and biscuits with my grandma - being allowed to stand on s chair and help weRing her apron folded over. And playing dance competitions with my sister for them so they could judge who was 'best' (think it always ended in a draw)! If we'd been good we used to get one of those little individually wrapped dairy milk portions that you used to do in boxes.

I used to love staying at my nan and grandad's. Bacon sarnies for breakfast and cheese and crackers for supper were highlights! One day I climbed into the duvet cover but couldn't work out how to get out and started screaming the place down, grandad panicked so much, he cut me out with a pair of scissors!

I used to love visiting my Nan. She would give us fizzy drinks, pink wafer biscuits, chocolate and sweets. My mum was extremely very into healthy food so it was a real treat. My girls loved visiting her for the same reasons, even though I think I'm a bit more relaxed than my own mum.

My nana's cooking, and my grandad's oh so wry sense of humor. Priceless memories.

My favourite memory of my grandparents is apple picking. They bought each of us grandchildren an apple tree to pick from in an orchard, and they'd get there early to hang sweets and presents from the tree for us. I have some wonderful memories of them, but this one is my favourite because I know it is also theirs. They speak so often about the apples and the trees and how they loved that time with their grandchildren.

I am a relatively new mother; my child is 111 months. I can honestly say that the most wonderful part of this new experience has been the bonding across generations. Seeing and hearing and feeling the love my mother has for her grandson amplifies what I feel for her and for him. Watching my father interact with a grandson after having only daughters feels very special.

My father told me a story, after my son was born, about how his father was aghast when my mother declared that my sisters and I were "not to have sweets". Apparently that declaration didn't last long, but the story felt significant. My father has rarely spoken of his parents, his father least of all. But I sense that he feels the same as his father did - he will be the hander-outer of sweets, the distributor of chocolate. It is a part of growing older that he can embrace and enjoy. As a daughter my job will to be to pretend I didn't see and don't know. After all, chocolate is always tastier when it is secret.

Organising the buttons in my nan's button box. Asking her which ones were special!

We used to meet our grandparents in Winchester as it was half way between where we lived. I remember watching my granny arrive because she was so small she barely saw over the dashboard. My grandad would never chase us as he said he had 'a bone in his leg!'